I am a sucker for things old, used, and worn out. My bookshelf looks like an eclectic storm blew through and left nicknacks littered on the shelves. Well, that’s my version of what my wife says. At any rate, relics of the past tell a story all of their own and I love to read their story. An old car, tool, instrument or something similar will catch my attention when new fangled gadget won’t. The aged artifact seems to connect me to another day and another time. Perhaps, a simpler time than we presently know. This is why I did a double take when I glanced down and saw this tambourine lying on the chair.